But--hush--here is Miss Moncton.' "The blood crimsoned my face as a sudden turning in the woodland path, brought me within a few paces of one whom at that moment I would gladly have shunned.

To retreat was impossible.

I raised my hat, and with, her usual frankness, Margaret held out her hand.
"I pressed it respectfully between my own without venturing to raise my eyes to her face.

She perceived my confusion, and doubtless defined the cause.
"'You have been a sad truant, Philip.

But you are welcome home.